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ASENHEIM - ELBENBLUT I know not what it is about immersing yourself within the words of literature. Perhaps it's a contradiction, for I know that it is the world into which the soul that seeks reprieve journeys, but what remains a mystery is, when the soul enters the gates and beyond the pages, what is the quest? Do we envision ourselves as the very heroes or see ourselves within the villains? Do we place a fragment of our selfsame into the pages, so much so that we transform the world within...

VINĀYAKAS - CLEANSED BY THE ANCIENT FIRE Souls may offer unto their deity the harvest of the land, anoint their statues in milk and honey, as tapers are lit so that the fragrance may commune with a higher being. All done to connect with a force that be perceived to be greater than oneself, but what if the same consciousness were to forge its own effigy in the image of the self, to use vehemence as the clay that be shaped, and in its crude form, we kneel to our own vices, letting that which is...

BRASS D'HONNEUR - HATE SPEECH The scum that crawls upon the earth, masquerading in their robes and parading their crosses and stars behind facetious smiles, look upon everyone else as but passages of meat. We may expand the mind to rebuke their narrow way of thinking and ascend beyond their doctrines. But then there are others, artists in their own right, whose philosophy is naught of the mind but of the body. For them, salvation lies within the hands that clutch oil and fire, with which...